Page 1422 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4
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Scene III IT
Flourish. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Emilia, Pirithous, and some attendants.
EMILIA
I’ll no step further.
PIRITHOUS
Will you lose this sight?
EMILIA
I had rather see a wren hawk at a fly
Than this decision. Every blow that falls
Threats a brave life; each stroke laments
The place whereon it falls, and sounds more like [5]
A bell than blade. I will stay here.
It is enough my hearing shall be punished
With what shall happen, ’gainst the which there is
No deafing, but to hear; not taint mine eye
With dread sights it may shun.
PIRITHOUS
Sir, my good lord, [10]
Your sister will no further.
THESEUS
O, she must;
She shall see deeds of honour in their kind
Which sometime show well pencilled. Nature now
Shall make and act the story, the belief
Both sealed with eye and ear. [To Emilia] You must be present; [15]
You are the victor’s meed, the prize and garland
To crown the question’s title.
EMILIA
Pardon me;
If I were there, I’d wink.
